Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4854

Chapter 4854: Unprecedented Glory! II

After pausing briefly, the ship proceeded forward!

It moved calmly, in a slow manner that spoke of confidence rather than caution. Naglfar pierced through the billowing clouds of authority as if they were nothing more than morning mist, the backbone of Helheim refusing to be impeded by anything as mundane as concentrated Civilizational power.

THE Primordial Paradox opened his eyes slightly.

"Do you have a specific place in mind inside of the Vault?"

His voice was casual, as if asking about preferred dining locations rather than destinations within one of the most significant structures in Observable Existence.

Noah gave a light nod as he began to feel his existence settling.

"THE Agora of Primordial Judgment. You know of it?"

...!

THE Primordial Paradox fully opened his eyes at this moment.

Something flickered in those obsidian depths.

He tapped on the ship again.

Naglfar veered slightly to the right, adjusting its course through the billowing clouds before shooting out toward a specific direction with renewed purpose. The vessel knew where to go now, guided by its master’s intent toward a destination that apparently warranted full attention.

Noah looked at the vibrant and transcendent billowing clouds that the ship passed through.

He sensed no oppression.

Nothing pressed down on him.

Everything that might have challenged a lesser traveler was prevented and kept out by the authority of the vessel he rode upon and the being who commanded it.

|Location Analysis|

|You have entered THE Vaults of Ginnungagap eons before THE Fallout|

|Their current state is more primal and true than what you experienced in your era|

|The corruption that permeated them in your time does not exist here|

|Current position: You have not entered the Stoa of Dogmata this time around|

|You are passing through the Third Circle: The Akademeia of Theseis|

|This is an area of pure philosophical discourse where reality is constantly being proposed and challenged|

|The landscape itself is made of competing Theseis, creating impossible geography that shifts based on which propositions are currently dominant|

|Normal movement is only possible by successfully proposing a Thesis that creates stable ground, or by defeating the Theseis that make up the terrain|

|However...|

|Naglfar of THE Primordial Paradox is naturally bypassing all of this|

|What may have taken considerable time and effort for others is now being crossed through as if it is nothing|

...!

As they passed through, Noah observed the landscape shifting around them.

The Akademeia of Theseis was exactly what RUINATION had described. Ground formed and dissolved based on philosophical arguments that he could barely perceive. Mountains rose when certain propositions gained dominance, only to collapse when counter-propositions emerged victorious. Rivers flowed upward when the Thesis governing their direction was challenged and replaced.

It was chaos given intellectual form.

And Naglfar sailed through it all without pause.

THE Primordial Paradox began to stretch on his throne.

"Many and few go into THE Agora of Primordial Judgment."

His voice was contemplative.

"Due to the complex rulings and Weavings there, even Absolutes are bound by its constraints. It is a place where power alone does not guarantee success. More powerful beings steer away."

He glanced at Noah.

"It is smart of you to choose it. Any new entrant there has their Depth forcefully brought down to THE Surface. They have to work their way up through merit and contribution rather than relying on accumulated authority."

His obsidian crown spun slowly above his head.

"At this moment, only a some Fundamental and maybe an Absolute or two attempting to go through the hassle for the rewards within. Most prefer easier paths to power."

As he talked, their surroundings flickered again.

The ship passed through the Akademeia at extremely rapid speeds, the competing Theseis becoming nothing but blurs of philosophical light. In no time, they traversed across THE Vaults entirely, leaving the Third Circle behind as they entered a new region.

And then Naglfar came to a gradual stop.

Before them was a region filled with clouds of golden light, radiant and welcoming compared to the churning authority they had passed through. And at the center of this golden expanse stood a massive arched gateway.

The gateway was ancient beyond measure.

Its pillars were carved from what looked like crystallized rhetoric, words and meanings etched into every surface.

The arch itself seemed to be made of solidified debate.

On either side of this golden arched gateway, four massive statues floated around it menacingly.

The first was a massive titanic humanoid burning with Existence itself. Its form was pure presence, pure being, radiating the simple truth that it was and therefore mattered.

The second was a sphinx with a feminine head shining with glimmers of The First Tongue. Her eyes held riddles that could reshape reality, and her wings were made of Phonemes arranged in patterns that seemed to ask questions rather than make statements!

The third was a massive star-shaped statue with a single eye burning with Paradox.

The fourth was a minotaur adorned in a glorious toga, its form radiating the weight of Chaos given purpose and direction.

The ship of THE Primordial Paradox passed through all of this without even sparing a glance.

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